Caustic by Ryan M EvonA sick, beating a dead
horse, heart turns its
best impression of a
tank, praying to pull through
with minimal damage.
No such luck!
Even hardened (steel) hearts
melt down in this
acidic crying rain,
each tear lands,
fallen star trace, into
open wound, sore
bleeding, bare, hurt.
Screaming only pushes
the fire closer,
brings the burning painfully
into perception.
The simple chemistry proves
that me mixed inside you
brings you to an excited
boil, but makes my container
crack, leaving me
to drain onto the floor. 09/11/2003 Posted on 09/11/2003 Copyright © 2024 Ryan M Evon
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